His hair even did not grow very prettily, though it was thick and dark--and there was not an ounce of superfluous flesh upon his whole person.

He never for a moment suggested repose, he gave the impression of vivid, nervous force and action, a young knight going out to fight any impossible dragon with his good sword and shield--unabashed by the smoke from its flaming nostrils, undaunted by any fear of death.
Halcyone watched him, and her prejudice slept.
The silence had lasted quite five minutes when he allowed his natural good manners, which he was quite aware he had kept in abeyance in regard to her, to come uppermost.
"The Professor has been telling me how wonderfully you work with him," he said; "we under him at Oxford were not half so diligent it seems.

I wonder what good it will be to you at all." "If a thing gives pleasure, it is good," she answered gravely.

"I wanted to learn Greek because I had a book when I was little which told me about those splendid heroes, and I thought I could read more about them when I am grown up if I knew it--than if I did not." "There is something in that.

What was the book ?" he asked.
Her steady eyes looked straight into his as she replied: "It was Kingsley's 'Heroes' and if only I were a boy I would be like Perseus and go and kill the Gorgon and rescue Andromeda from the sea monster.